Lyrics:

I cursed in church again
And the handclaps all fell quiet
I watched a statue of you cry
A candle is blown
So we start the black march home
Through a stale and silent night

There's a funeral in your eyes
And a drunk priest at your side
Staggering sermons never wash
There's no reproach
From a lit touch paper, both
Got stubborn marrow in bastard bones

Can we just get home
Sleep this off
Throw some 'sorry's and then
Do it all again?

Folded arms clutch homocide
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a March death march
March, Death! March!

There isn't a God so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
I went too far

And as we walk
Through an hour long pregnant pause
No grain of truce can be born
My bridge is burned
And perhaps we'll shortly learn
That it was arson all along

Can we just get home
Sleep this off?
Throw some 'sorry's and then
Do it all again?

Like Bulver said
Less heart and more head
So un-furrow that brow
Un-plant those seeds of doubt

Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a March death march
March, Death! March!

There isn't a God so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this March death march
March, Death! March!

Dead balloons and withered flowers
Sorry cannot save me now
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
Think I went too far

March, Death! March!
March, Death! March!
I went too far
March, Death! March!
March, Death! March!
I went too far
I went too far
I went too far
I went too far
I went too far
I went too far
March, Death! March!
March, Death! March!
I went too far